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Emerging from the nocturnal Finnish winter are the jolly young men of Beastmilk whose debut album contains such sidesplitters as “The Wind Blows Through Their Skulls” and “Death Reflects Us”.
Those guys! They describe their style as “apocalyptic post-punk”, which proves an accurate enough designation for the gloomy riffage of “Nuclear Winter” in which singer Kvohst intones “There’s no future” in the deep tones of a 1980s goth who has just been told the local chemist has run out of black eyeliner.
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